This weekend we got Sherry’s van cleaned, then Jessi and I got our room complete cleaned, everything put away and organized. For those of you that have seen my room in the past or know me really well you know that is very hard for Jessi and I to keep our room that clean.
I like a little mess but I've realized that it feels much better to have an actual floor. Instead of junk on the floor.
Anyway here is a poem that I came up with over the weekend, it still needs some work but it is fine for right now.
I like a little mess but I've realized that it feels much better to have an actual floor. Instead of junk on the floor.
Anyway here is a poem that I came up with over the weekend, it still needs some work but it is fine for right now.
The things that make me happy
The brisk summer breeze
In the morning right after
A good and refreshing rain
When the snow falls
At night, in the dark
Staring sky
The feel of water and sand between
Your toes as it goes past
The feel of the waves
Rushing by you
Smell of fresh air
And the way the
Trees smell in the forest
Or on the country side
The smell of the
Tropical breeze or
The smell of a candle
See people you care about
Laughing and enjoying them self
The feeling of not worry
Or feeling some sort of pain
Seeing the beauty of the
Earth that man has yet to destroy
The feeling of being safe
Of feeling being loved
And having love
The power to express myself
Without being hurt
The hope of having pace
On earth someday
The of waking up refreshed
And not feeling tried
The feeling not knowing
What is going to happen
When I wake up
Those are some of the
Things that make me happy
The brisk summer breeze
In the morning right after
A good and refreshing rain
When the snow falls
At night, in the dark
Staring sky
The feel of water and sand between
Your toes as it goes past
The feel of the waves
Rushing by you
Smell of fresh air
And the way the
Trees smell in the forest
Or on the country side
The smell of the
Tropical breeze or
The smell of a candle
See people you care about
Laughing and enjoying them self
The feeling of not worry
Or feeling some sort of pain
Seeing the beauty of the
Earth that man has yet to destroy
The feeling of being safe
Of feeling being loved
And having love
The power to express myself
Without being hurt
The hope of having pace
On earth someday
The of waking up refreshed
And not feeling tried
The feeling not knowing
What is going to happen
When I wake up
Those are some of the
Things that make me happy
How was your weekend? Please leave a comment.
4 comments:
First off cleaning yalls room is one of my childhood memories. I can remember that the rule was if we got your room cleaned I could spend the night. We would spend hours in that room picking up thing you guys didnt even know you had. LOL. And the poem rocks.
I really like your poem. And like Tamra said I remember picking up your guys room too. I cleaned mine last night. It took a long time and it was like the first time I saw my floor in like 2 months almost.
I was a funny kid. Neat to a fault. I couldn't stand having my room messy. Everything had to be just so or I couldn't sleep. I was a neat freak. My brother was not and that drove me crazy. Needless to say, I didn't go in his room much.
As for the poem, you've done well. Here are a few things that make me happy -
The smell afer the rain.
Walking in the snow at night when there's no one else around.
Reading a letter from a friend that arrives unexpectedly.
Hearing children laugh. The kind of laugh that comes from their toes.
Daydreaming.
Sleeping late though I don't do that much anymore.
Learning to do something I never thought I could.
Looking at old family photographs.
Enjoying a sweet treat at the end of a long day.
Thanks for sharing yours.
I really like this one. I think it might be because I like a lot of those things and it makes me happy thinking about them. I think you should keep writing they are really good. Haylee
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